Page 67 of I Still Love You

She folds her lips into her mouth, hiding her grin, and hops down before stopping between my legs. “What makes you think I want you?”

“Pussies don’t lie,” I say, reaching out to grab her hand and tug her closer. “You like me sitting here with my cock in my hand, hard over you. If you didn’t, your pussy wouldn’t be,” I skim my hand up her inner thigh, softly sinking a finger beyond her slickness and into her pussy, “this fucking wet.”

She presses her hands to my chest, the fabric of her dress falling. “Maybe I’m wet for me.”

Liar is what I want to say. I pull my finger out, fold all but two fingers, and press back into her gently. I twist out and pump into her, gradually getting deeper with each dive. Her head falls back, and she moans, her hips moving in time with my fingers. “From what I can feel and hear, you want me as bad as I want you, Layla.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whines, rousing me more than she knows.

Pulling my fingers free, I move her dress up to her waist again, fisting the fabric and encouraging her to sit on my lap. She climbs over me, positioning her legs comfortably before lowering down and teasing me by sliding over my shaft.

Clamping my hand on the back of her neck, I murmur, “I want you on me, not that cunt sliding over me.”

She moves her lips to my cheek, kissing up to my ear. “Ask nicely, and I might just listen.”

“Layla,” I warn, hoping like hell she still likes hearing threats in the bedroom, in intimate situations. “My cock isn’t willing to wait for niceties. Keep challenging me, and I’ll fill your mouth instead.”

Her voice, a murmur in my ear, causes my heart to thrash wildly. “You know that’s not a threat. Sucking you always used to be my favorite.”

Grabbing her hips, I lift her just enough for my head to catch on her pussy. “Fuck, I always loved your dirty mouth.” One thrust is all it might take, but hell, I fucking hope I’m able to hold back long enough to enjoy this for a few minutes. “You still on the pill?”

She nods. “Are you clean?”

“Clean as a whistle. You?”

She nods, gradually sinking down. Her pussy sucks up the tip of my cock, suctioning me stronger than I’ve felt in a long time. She lowers until I’m filling her to the brim. “Fuck me, Luke.”

It’s like I’m depraved and have been for an entire lifetime, and my cock knows it. I’m struggling to keep it together, to keep it in line, so I’m not ending this sooner than I want.

“You feel better than ever.”

She hooks her hands on my shoulders and rolls her hips, moving faster against me, each time her clit rubbing against the skin of my lower stomach. “Yes, right there.”

I slide the other strap of her gown down her shoulder and through her arm. With her tits on full display, I lean forward and take one in my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue against her rosy nipple.

We move in time with each other, our hands touching, gripping and holding until she declares, “I’m almost there.”

“Already?” I ask with a smirk, feeling damn proud of myself that my cock still does it for her. “You like my cock that much, baby?”

“Mmm, yes.”

I take her waist in my hands and thrust my hips skyward, jerking myself into her so she can relax and hit her high. Four pumps and her body racks with euphoria. Her head falls to my shoulder, and she rides it out. Her lips latch onto my skin, sucking and biting their way to my mouth.

“Kiss me,” she requests, hovering above my lips.

And I do because how the fuck can I not? Her cunt sucks me off so damn good that all other thoughts leave me. Zero worries invade my head. There’s no stress. Right now, it’s just her and me. Our mouths, our rocking hips, my legs tensing.

Her tongue sweeps into my mouth to tangle with my own. Pressure builds in my groin, the barrier just about breaking. I grunt in response, the weight in my stomach too strong to force away. “Fuck, don’t sto—”

Her hips roll over me once more, and my thighs cramp. My orgasm takes hold, causing my hips to still their thrusts and my cock to throb as I fill her. My forehead falls to her chest, my hands pinching into her sides.

Holy fucking shit.

I’m screwed. Literally and figuratively.

There’s no way in hell I’m going to stay away from her now. Fuck working on myself. Unless it involves her, I don’t want to do it anymore. The only thing I want is this—her—again and again and again.

I lost her once. I won’t walk away. Not this time. I’ll do everything I can to convince her to do the same.

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